Атлант расправил плечи
The Generator
Stadler’sterrorwashisfranticstrugglenottoacknowledgethathewaslookingathisfinalproduct,thatthiswashisspiritualson.CuffyMeigs’terrorhadwiderroots,itembracedallofexistence;hehadlivedinchronicterrorallhislife,butnowhewasstrugglingnottoacknowledgewhatitwasthathehaddreaded:inthemomentofhistriumph,whenheexpectedtobesafe,thatmysterious,occultbreed—theintellectual—wasrefusingtofearhimanddefyinghispower.
"Getoutofhere!"snarledCuffyMeigs."I’llcallmymen!I’llhaveyoushot!"
"Getoutofhere,youlousy,brainless,swaggeringmoron!"snarledDr.Stadler."DoyouthinkI’llletyoucashinonmylife?Doyouthinkit’sforyouthatI...thatIsold—"Hedidnotfinish."Stoptouchingthoselevers,Goddamnyou!"
"Don’tyougivemeorders!Idon’tneedyoutotellmewhattodo!
You’renotgoingtoscaremewithyourclassymumbo-jumbo!I’lldoasIplease!WhatdidIfightfor,ifIcan’tdoasIplease?"Hechuckledandreachedforalever.
"Hey,Cuffy,takeiteasy!"yelledsomefigureinthebackoftheroom,dartingforward.
"Standback!"roaredCuffyMeigs."Standback,allofyou!Scared,amI?I’llshowyouwho’sboss!"
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